I’m dying to know the results of my application even though I kind of know that I won’t get into the program. I mean it’s natural for me as a human being to be nervous and curious, right?
My psychiatrist said I shouldn’t call myself stupid, but I think I’m being stupid, right now. I want to get into that damn program so bad despite everything.
Anyway, life needs to go on. If life was as easy as it is in Growing Up, I would be famous now because I had always been a straight-A student my whole life. Life is never straightforward like that, though.
I have been putting my effort into my workout a lot recently. This is where results are guaranteed. You just need to trust the process. The results are gradual, but lately I have noticed changes to my body. I’m proud of myself and encouraged by the results.
It’s not the same for writing. I don’t usually get feedback at all. Sometimes, it’s like talking to the wall. You might feel like you have improved somewhat. But you don’t know for sure.
Maybe I should act like writers in the past, right? They just work and live quietly. Great writers and artists alike never knew they were any good when they were alive. No one talked about their work. People still might not talk about me when I die, but that’s okay. When I die, it doesn’t matter anymore anyway.
Today, we took our dog to swim at the local commercial dog pool. Our corgi needs to exercise her legs a bit. This is only her second session, but she was already so good at it. Being a dog is so nice. Come to think of it, isn’t it harder for humans to get fit?
I’m grateful for my health and my dogs.
—Petra
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